The Princess

My mind traveled in Casablanca to witness a tale of love. Heart that yearns, desiderata, pleads to heaven up above. Give me one more chance for loving. Quench the drought of this crave, for I so longed of having the heart that once absconded. I've seen princess Anastasia proving her rights for crown, heading her way to Russia amidst darkness of the dawn. Her mind was blur like fleeting but her beauty was overflowing. Her charm like a stream was oozing, sending waves of sting Capricorn hereunder could you tell me what's the matter? For my heart gravely falters, tame the shakes and all the shivers. I toured the avenues of her soul and plunged my heart in her dungeon. Her beauty I so adore enslaves me like a pigeon. But freedom I detest for paradise is her fortress. Her fairest skin like milk shines so bright to light the darkness.